The soft patter of something pounding against pavement and metal banging against metal sounded off in the distance and as time progressed, it continued to get louder and louder until a figure finally found his way onto the scene. Minus a shirt, but still with an open tactical vest, black pants and combat boots securely on, HUNK jogged out onto the streets with a large pack of sorts hanging from his back. Tied to it was his shirt and a water bottle. Lord only knew what was actually inside the canvas carrying sack, but it seemed to weight quite a bit, for when the elder soldier finally took a break, he slid the item from his back and plopped himself upon it
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Definitely not the standard patrol routine. Wesker can't decide if the noise would deter or attract Magog.
"It's a good night for a run."
Wesker really needs to stop appearing and saying vaguely menancing things in cold, even tones. He's come down to the street level via the fire escape, and is now standing quietly in plain sight.
Just watching.
He's been watching the whole time, but keeping his thoughts to himself.
Sierra snapped his eyes to Wesker and slowly chuckled.
"You caught me with my pants down, sir." He slowly stood and lifted his pack over his shoulders again. "I suppose; I have been trying to keep my mind focused and my body up by doing nightly training sessions." HUNK rolled his shoulders back showing a vague piece of a tattoo on his back.
"I didn't think I would see you sir. I must apologize for my attire at the moment." With that, he went for his shirt.
HUNK has his pack, his shirt, and his training missions to keep him busy. And all Wesker has is a dead badger. He rarely feels as though something's lacking, but now he does.
He approaches, flipping the badger to carry it by the hind legs. "Could I borrow your knife? I haven't scavenged one yet." He doesn't like admitting that. It's another thing for the to-do list. "I've been keeping a low profile, but I couldn't resist following a suggestion of yours when it came to meeting a newcomer. He had a lot to say, none of it sane. He's in the apartments now."
He circles. Maybe to see what the tattoo is. He's quietly placed a bet with himself that it's an Asian character of some sort.
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"It's a good night for a run."
Wesker really needs to stop appearing and saying vaguely menancing things in cold, even tones. He's come down to the street level via the fire escape, and is now standing quietly in plain sight.
Just watching.
He's been watching the whole time, but keeping his thoughts to himself.
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"You caught me with my pants down, sir." He slowly stood and lifted his pack over his shoulders again. "I suppose; I have been trying to keep my mind focused and my body up by doing nightly training sessions." HUNK rolled his shoulders back showing a vague piece of a tattoo on his back.
"I didn't think I would see you sir. I must apologize for my attire at the moment." With that, he went for his shirt.
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He approaches, flipping the badger to carry it by the hind legs. "Could I borrow your knife? I haven't scavenged one yet." He doesn't like admitting that. It's another thing for the to-do list. "I've been keeping a low profile, but I couldn't resist following a suggestion of yours when it came to meeting a newcomer. He had a lot to say, none of it sane. He's in the apartments now."
He circles. Maybe to see what the tattoo is. He's quietly placed a bet with himself that it's an Asian character of some sort.
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